for the flowers that blow in the breeze, from the seashells that fell out the seas.

"we wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way,  begin no day where we have ended another day;  and  no sunrise finds us where sunset left us.

even while the earth sleeps we are travellers.

brief were my days among you and briefer still are the words i have spoken.

but should my voice fade in your ears, and my love vanish in your memory, know, i shall return with the tide. 

Although my simplicity may hide me,
and the greater silence enfold me,
when time permits will i seek your understanding. not in vain i shall seek, but so my truth shall reveal itself in a clearer voice, and in words more kin to your thoughts.

and if this day is not a fulfilment of your needs then let it be a promise till another day. 

mans needs change, but not their love. know, therefore, that from the greater silence i will return. "

an adpation from Kahil Gibran, The prophet.